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when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

when i close my eyes all i can see are the images coming out of rafah. i don’t really have words. have you been radicalized yet?

It’s for CHARITY.

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉

i have never experienced as much interpersonal conflict and friendship ruptures as i have during the first year of my baby’s life. i know some of it is me, i have my own growth and learning curve, but i also know that i have been asking for grace over and over again during this first year of postpartum, first year of parenthood, first time navigating coparenting and then single parenthood. over and over again i have said please give me some grace. i have repeatedly said i don’t have the same capacity as i used to, i can’t show up the same way i used to, i’m doing my best but my priorities have changed, my energy has changed, every fiber of my being has changed. i think there is a perception that i have it all together, that i am endlessly resourced, something like that. i have had people look me in the face while i’m holding my baby, feeding my baby, rocking my baby to sleep, soothing my baby, chasing my baby around the house, unshowered, on the brink of tears, delusionally exhausted and say to me “you’re different now i can’t quite put my finger on it” i’ve told someone sorry i dropped off i was on maternity leave i was navigating a breakup while postpartum it was a lot only for them to say “no i think you dropped off cuz you’re too hollywood now.” it’s not even being so misunderstood that saddens me. it’s the erasure of the most transformative and important thing in my life, the thing that actually HAS changed me to my core, that breaks my heart and makes me feel isolated and lonely so much of the time. my bestie @kityanpoet (more accurately my ex turned frenemy turned best friend again lol) coined a term for me during all of this: momsogyny. i know i’m not alone in feeling that there is life before having a baby and then life after having a baby but the thing about momsogyny is that people will think of every reason but that, they will remember everything you’ve said but that, they will look at you and your life from every angle but that. anyways this isn’t a pity post, like i’ve said before motherhood turns you into a knife more than it softens you, this is my PSA that i’m rebranding as a bitch. 🐉